Just Think About It

Did you get picked on by bullies? Are you mad because your girlfriend/boyfriend fought with you? Did you cry because you think nobody loves you? Did you spend the last 2 hours locked in your bathroom crying because you think you aren't pretty? Yes? Of course, you have your problems and they kill you. Your heart aches and you think everything is unfair and you hate people. You think life is unfair? To YOU? What about the 11 year old child in Gaza who raised a question about his fast breaking due to dust particles getting into his mouth caused by the bombings? What about the father who just saw his wife and his children and specially his two year old daughter being killed right in front of his eyes? What about the little boy who lost his brother and his mother and now is all alone and he doesn't even know if he should die of sadness and grieve or the raining bullets? And you think life is unfair to YOU! a little selfish isn't it? Yes i know that every problem has its own way of capturing the mind and  hurting it but PLEASE! For all those people out there in Gaza, please just for a brief second, THINK about what they are going through. Think about their bravery that they still wake up everyday with a hope that things will be alright, with a hope that these killings would stop, with a hope that they would finally sleep at night. Those people are also God's creations! He loves them as much as He loves us! and we are blessed ones but did we ever thank Him for that? Did we ever thank Him for saving us from that brutality? No? Then please, take a moment out of your lives and just pray! Just pray selflessly for things to get better. For things to change. Every prayer counts! Please For the sake of humanity, Just pray and thank God that you aren't the one holding your dead mother or father in your arms, hiding away under rock debris. Pray and Just think about it!

They say, its better to let go, They say its better to just forget about it. To be honest, even i thought that way but in the long run, that doesn't actually help. If you're hurt or somebody did some injustice to you and you don't want to fight back, not because you're weak but maybe because its just not you, then don't just sit around and TRY to forget things. let pain run its course. Let it hurt you even more because that will teach you a lot of valuable lessons and that pain WILL end. Learn to make peace with the memories causing you pain. That is life. YOUR life. try to solve things in a way that suits YOU because we're all different from each other and so our pain is different and the way we choose to deal with it should be different too because what matters is not the first but the last chapters of our life. So smile, laugh, get hurt, forgive and simply love :)

Would You?

Would you leave love for money

or would you leave money for love?

Would you decieve God for the devil

or would you decieve the devil for God?

Would you sleep while your people die

or would you die while your people sleep?

Would you risk it all to save your life

or would you risk your like to save it all?

Problems

People say that it's better to tell someone about your problems as it eases the pain, but for me telling someone is like exploding myself up, like the pain would travel with  the people as well. So what to do? keep it in? let it eat me from the inside? Problems that are related to money etc, they go away somehow, but a PROBLEM related to a person, the person you love the most in this entire world, it never kills you, it tortures you but you cant scream, have to hold it ALL in and fake a smile because you know that this sort of problem can never go away! Your heart can never fix on its own. No matter how many advices you take, it remains there! It NEVER leaves you! at least that's how i feel, because for a person like me, getting your heart broken is very easy but to find the one who'll mend it is the hardest thing possible. Not because you cant find that person, but because you choose not to beleieve in that person's existance.

Sometimes

Friends?? ... The one you get to share stuff with, the one you can call at 2 in the morning just because you had a nightmare or maybe you just can’t sleep! You are always there for them and if you’re lucky enough, they’re there for you too and leaving these friends is the hardest things you can ever do. It’s like leaving your soul mate behind. It’s like, leaving yourself behind.

Moving into a place is very very hard because the fear of starting all over again just  eats you up. New friends, new people…. Sometimes the best, but sometimes the scariest.

You put in your every effort, to impress people in order to make friends, But SOMETIMES, your entire “being nice” attitude goes to waste. SOMETIMES they just fail to understand you or maybe they just don’t try to but you still don’t give up and hope that they’ll value you someday, they’ll laugh with you, eat with you, heck, be with you through out, but SOMETIMES the odds of that happening are one to ten!... What will you do then? …. Cry? … Be miserable? .... NO, because when that happens, you forget that the friends you left behind are still there for you, even if you don’t get to talk to them that often or see them every day, they’re STILL there. You can still wake them up at 2 in the morning and just let everything off your chest. You can still be with them because it’s not something that exists physically, it’s something that exists within you and makes the unbreakable bond even stronger. J

Who Cares?

Hatred, killing everywhere,

Dejection, death and an innocent tear.

Grief and misery of the people sincere.

Who cares?..I do!

Cry and mourn of a child in fear.

He is alone, nobody is near.

To comfort him,or to hear.

Who cares?...I do!

Helpless and needy on the freezing street.

Sitting in despair with cold bare feet.

Nothing to drink, not even a bite to eat.

Who cares?.. I do!

Just feeling sorry won't do any good.

Don't say "oh! i wish i could"

Get up! take a stand and prove that we are,

A nation's strength, a nation's power.

Grab a hand, provide a home.

To the needy and to the alone.

We! We will abet our beloved people,

Because we are the Prophet's heir, Beacuse we are united,

Because, we care.

Abbottabad- The City of Pines and Chinar

Since I was a child, I have loved the wilderness, the smell of freshly cut grass and newly blossomed flowers. Nature has always provided me with inner peace and contentment maybe because I opened my eyes in the city of pines and I believe my love for everything that nature has to offer is innate.

Abbottabad was founded by and named after Major James Abbot who was a British army officer and the first Deputy Commissioner of Hazara. He was mesmerized by the beauty within the surroundings of the city and thus it got its name, The City of Pines
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  Every year people from all parts of the country and even from overseas visit Abbottabad to see the splendor and the history behind its creation so as not to deny themselves of the beautiful experience it has to offer. There are many hotels and motels designed especially for the tourists to stay in at specific locations from where the whole city can be seen. If you travel at night, it would look like sharply cut diamonds studded in the black sky from afar.

  Shimla Hill (or Shimla Pahari in the local dialect) is a hill of the Sherwan  range. It is derived from the Hindko and Punjabi word Shamla  that is, the crest of a turban, since the Sherwan range at this point comes up to Abbottabad in the shape of a crest, or ridge. This is a site of great tourist attraction and a picnic spot.

    The silk route which starts from Hasanabdaal and terminates at the Khunjeraab pass, also includes Abbottabad, therefore it acts as an important factor in our trade as Abbottabad is famous for its silk embroidery. One can also reach from here to Sawat, Dir, Naraan. Lipa and Jhelum valleys are also connected through Abbottabad. 

Though the language spoken here is hindko, there are many other people from different ethnic backgrounds and a few other languages such as Pushto, Punjabi, Afghani and Mansehri are also spoken.

Pakistan has produced many brave and heroic soldiers in the past .Every year hundreds of cadets pass out from the Pakistan Military Academy,  located near Kakul which is considered as one of the best academies in the world. Passing out parades are reviewed live on television which act as inspiration for the youth and inculcate in them the feeling of love and honor for their nation. On weekends you can see them strolling in the thronged marketplaces dressed in similar attire.

 The beautiful Ilyasi mosque is constructed over a spring which acts as an endless source of fresh water for the people. People visit from all over the country to enjoy there and eat the delicious “pakoras” that make the place worth visiting.

  Major James Abbott was an efficient administrator, a keen observer, historian, archeologist, linguist, botanist and a town planner. He made efforts in making it an educational hub so after independence, Abbottabad became the center of knowledge. Now it is a home to prestigious institutions like Ayub Medical College, Burn Hall School and Abbottabad public school which are famous not only for the education they provide but also for the architecture

The cantonment area of Abbottabad still gives an old look with huge European bungalows, church and cemetery that was once built by the British who settled here. The Lady Garden Park (originallyLadies' Garden) is a public park in Abbottabad town, The park was established soon after the foundation of Abbottabad town itself (January 1853) by Major James Abbott  As distinct from theCompany Bagh (East India Company Park) which was also founded down in the main bazaar for the recreation of "natives", the Ladies Garden was exclusively for the use of European or White ladies and families. It was laid out over a whole block of the urban military cantonment area, opposite to St Luke's Church, Abbottabad. A number of trees and flowers imported from England and other places were also planted here.

  In the past few years, this city has modernized. New shopping malls, hotels and restaurants have been built. Apart from the modernization the one thing that I really appreciate is the fact that the old buildings that the British had built are still the same. The cantonment area is still green as one can say, simply “untouched”.

  I quote following words of Captain Thomas, in which he describes magic of Himalayan hill stations, he writes:  

“From March, when the sleet and snow may have passed away, to the middle of July, the climate is heavenly. There is nothing like it on earth. Nothing! Nothing in Italy! Nothing in France! Nothing anywhere that I know of. Recall the finest day you have ever known in English spring, and conceive the beauty and gladness of that sunshine, brightened by continuing without a storm, and deck the fruit trees and bushes in a Thousand English blossoms and spread violets and daises and berry blossoms and wild roses over the bright close emerald turf over crags amid the pine roots and far away down amid the ferns and you may fancy something...." He mentioned that places like Murree, Shimla and Abbottabad were pieces of heaven on earth.

I have spent half of my life here. The beauty has always mesmerized and inspired me in every possible way. At the end, I’d like to share a poem written by Major James Abbott when he was about to departure from Abbottabad after an eight year old long stay: 

I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air

The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant show

To me the place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream

The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay

I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right

And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave you perhaps on a sunny noon

Oh Abbottabad we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow

Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a few sad tears

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will your memories thwart

STOP CHILD LABOR

Hopeful eyes, happy smiles
Soft hands, million dreams
Is this not the identity of a child? 
Then why do i see 
Tear filled eyes, terrified faces
Rough hands, and shattered dreams

Deprived of their childhood
Overloaded with work
Burdened with responsibility
At such a young age.

So much to learn 
So much to accomplish 
But not given enough time
Fight for a cause 
Raise your voice 
Stop child labor

Put a smile back on their face
Give them the childhood
That was stollen from them
Fight for a cause 
Raise your voice 
STOP CHILD LABOR

Hard and Clear

You cant hide away everything. You cant ALWAYS be the better person and not say stuff because its frustrating. Ive never actually opened up about the things that hurt like hell.

Sometimes i wish i could stop every person, every child from dreaming cause when they dont come true, they dont hurt you, They kill you. You get depressed. feel embarrassed infront of the people. You feel "not good enough" after all the years thinking that you were.
First dreams dont let you sleep but when you're sure of the fact that there's no chance of them coming true, You still cant sleep. but the difference is, This time you cry. You cry your heart out EVERY SINGLE time your brain realizes the fact that its not going to happen! that its over.